Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

188 :: JOHN R. MABRY
“Okay, I’m a little rusty, but it’s time to break out the
Enochian.” Terry reached for a book on the floor, where he
had marked several pages with post-its.
“Ulcinin aaoim Enoy Heripsol,” He said in passable
Enochian. “Greetings, Lord of Heaven.”
The angel jerked his head at the words. Apparently he had
found the nerves to his ears on his own. “Quiin zirdo?”
“He wants to know where he is,” Terry said. “Caosg,” he
told him, “On the earth.”
The angel looked around him, a little puzzled. He spoke a
few words quietly in Enochian. Terry laughed.
“What did he say?” asked Richard.
“He said that Earth is small.” Terry pointed to the window
above the angel’s head, where a strip of gray sky was
visible. The magician’s mouth gaped in the angel’s wonder.
The angel spoke again.
“He says he never thought he’d see it—the Earth, I think
he means.”
The angel then began speaking a long, fast string of words.
“Ge mel-f,” Terry laughed. “I’m telling him to slow it
down—I can’t translate that fast. Besides, I have to look up
a lot of words.”
The angel spoke more deliberately, using fewer words and
shorter sentences.
“He’s asking why he’s here,” Terry’s mouth tightened, not
sure how to answer him.
“Just tell him,” said Richard. “Anything he can tell us can
help.”
“Okay, here goes,” in halting Enochian, Terry related their
adventure thus far—what they had discovered about the
demon magick Randall Webber had been involved in, the
switching of their bodies, and the magician’s sojourn in heaven,
culminating in the sudden disappearance of the world’s
avocados.